MTL - Xiling Empire - Chapter 1566 Runaway antenna

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a game where heroes and villains prevailed. I was told I would be granted one wish if I clear the game. The protagonist, who received a growth cheat that allows you to steal his stats by killing an opponent. He kills villains to grow up, but for some reason people mistake him for a “dark hero.” [Story-oriented]

Rogers Darren is a smoker, drinker, liar, lothario, gold-digger, rule-breaker.At a brutal Marine HQ hearing, Darren faces accusations of scandalous wages, stolen Germa tech, suspicious Celestial Dragon deaths, and a few too many questionable entanglements with nobles-just another day for the greatest disgrace in Marine history.Biting his cigar, Darren simply grins: “I smoke, I drink, I lust for money and women, I crave power, I lie, and I break every rule... but I'm a damn good Marine.”Silence fell like a dropped anchor.(￣□￣；) (ーー゛) (￣o￣)

“What’s it like to be sought as a billionaire businesswoman’s long-lost son?”Thirty years ago, the billionaire businesswoman Song Yazhi accidentally lost her child.Thirty years later, Qin Yuan returns to the country in a low-key manner.No one knows – At this moment, he already controls trillions in wealth, hailed as a mysterious financial tycoon, dominating the business world!And on the very day of the reunion— The investment fund under Qin Yuan’s name is secretly plotting to acquire the hundreds billion-yuan company his mother built from scratch!It’s helpless.Qin Yuan had to come clean.“Mom, people out there say I’m lucky, a reincarnation genius. But I’m not bragging — your son really doesn’t take your fortune in eyes!”Qin Yuan declared domineeringly!Then, with this casual move, he helped save his mother’s home appliance company from bankruptcy!The latest China Rich List was announced!Qin Yuan— rose to the top, becoming the richest man in China!His mother, Song Yazhi—ranked second!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”